My two cents

Hello my non-existence audience. I am glad to be back. I was able to escape a few days from my tyrant of a boss (see previous post) and head to Rehoboth for a few days. I was with family (yes, the non-gay side of town) and it was wonderful. Okay, so now I am back and ready to be better about posting, because I had a dream that someone would find my blog, like my writing and turn it in to a book a la Sex in the City. Hmmm, yeah, like that is sooo going to happen.

So, there is this huge brew-ha-ha running quietly rampant online among the gay community here in DC about a little gathering spot called The Duplex Diner, well not really about the diner, and more about this invisible line between younger homos and older homos. Now, at 33 years old, I would like to consider myself somewhere in between a younger and older homo, more like a younder. But I realize in many circles, I am way too old to be young, and really, too young to be old. Here's where Duplex comes in, at least for me. Duplex was the first "gay" establishment I ever went to after coming out at 29 (yes I was a late bloomer). I loved it that night and have loved it ever since. The food is good (I am an apple martini, BBQ chicken and fries guy myself) but the atmosphere is fun. And although I can see how people can interpret the scene as being a bit cliquish, Duplex is mild when compared to many of the bars in the area. And again, maybe I have my head in the sand, but it's not overly cruisy. One can truly go to Duplex just to have some great drinks and tater tots. And one means any one. It's a neighborhood spot and it's not reserved for any particular age. And the whole A&F argument...people know what they are wearing. I only worry about dressing myself.